Jealousy ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 20

*PETER'S POV*

I can't believe this. It's ridiculous! I could have handled that all by myself. I mean sure, now I have a dislocated shoulder, a cracked shoulder blade, three broken ribs and- yeah okay I see their point now. But still, I could have handled it. And there was NO POINT in grounding me. I've learned my lesson already.

I'm mad at Harley. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be grounded right now. The police would have been to the crime scene and the criminal would have been taken care of, and I could have successfully snuck back into the tower and gone to bed.

He just had to tell them.

It's super early in the morning right now. I ended up not going to bed at all because of everything that happened. I'm pretty sure that Dad and Pops are still awake too. Probably talking shit about me in their bedroom.

Uncle Bruce is probably still awake too, considering Dad ran to his room and woke him up to "doctor" me when I got home. He seemed super sleepy when he was checking on me. I kinda felt bad.

Dad and Pops explained to him what happened and honestly, I just wanted to go to my room and stay there forever. This is so embarrassing.

Now it's around 4:30 in the morning. Next time I see Harley I'm gonna-

I hear a small knock on my door. "Go away," I mumble, my face shoved in a pillow. "Peter."

It's Harley.

"What do you want?" I grumbled.

"To talk to you."

"Oh well. I'm sleeping."

"Your sleep talking is immaculate then."

I roll over onto my back and open my eyes to a bare ceiling. "I don't want to talk."

"Please Peter."

"No."

"Please."

"Go away."

He didn't say anything back but I also didn't hear footsteps going back to his room.

"Aren't you tired yet?" I asked, my words falling in together because I am tired.

"Nope. And I won't let you go to sleep until you let me in."

Bitch.

I sit up and get off my bed and I can see Harley's shadow coming through the crack under my door.

I sigh and walk over to turn the lock and open the door. He stumbles in. "Oh, I didn't think you would actually do it." He closed the door quietly and looks at me with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry," he whispers. His hair was all disheveled and he looked really tired. Liar, I thought, he said he wasn't tired.

I sit back down on my bed. "It's fine."

He pauses. "Are you sure? Because you seem kinda pissed."

"It's fine," I said through gritted teeth.

He sat down in a chair across from my bed. "I don't really know what you want me to say." He yawned.

"Then don't say anything. You're the one that wanted to come in here."

"Yeah because I wanted to make sure that you're okay."

"Harley I'm fine. Seriously."

"Okay," he hesitated. "How long are you grounded for?"

"Don't know, probably just until Dad says it's time to get ungrounded."

"Oh." He looked down at the floor and then back up at me. "I was worried about you, okay? I didn't know what to do," he said quietly.

"Well you got me in trouble."

"I didn't get you in trouble Peter. You got yourself in trouble." He was starting to get irritated.

"I go out past curfew ALL the time and I've NEVER gotten in trouble for it. And then you come around and here I am, getting grounded like I did when I was a little kid."

He scoffed. "Yeah this is totally happening just because I'm here," he said, his voice lined with sarcasm. "It was bound to happen one day Peter. You can't just break the rules all the time and never even expect something bad to come out of it. That's besides the point anyway, you have broken ribs! Your shoulder blade is damaged, you sustained pretty bad injuries and you're really worried about being grounded for a couple of weeks-"

"It'll probably be longer than that. Plus now I can't sneak out anymore because I'm sure that my dad will do something to my window or some shit and they're going to be worried about me all the time AND Dad is taking my suit away."

"And that is not my fault," Harley interrupted. "It's your's. I care about you too much Peter and if I think you're going to get hurt then I'm going to tell someone, even if it gets you in trouble and I'm sorry but it's worth saving your life." I could see tears forming in his eyes. "You could have died," his voice cracked.

"Harley..." My heart started melting. I don't like seeing him sad, even if I'm mad at him. "Trust me, that was nothing. I've been through much much worse."

He sniffed, "Even if you have, it's still not exactly a comforting thought that you're out there, vulnerable."

"I know what I'm doing okay? I've had these powers for a good while now and I've trained myself to use them in the right way. You just have to trust me." I almost pleaded him.

"I do trust you, Peter. That's not even the problem. But the thing is, if you cared about me enough then we wouldn't even be having this conversation right now. I was looking out for you. You refuse to see my side of things when all you can think about is how this affected you. All you care about is yourself." I could see tears from hurt and anger boiling in his eyes and I could feel my own tears starting to form. "When I first got here, it was all about you. And now this," he threw his hands up, "And you really said that you love me." He snapped the words at me and stared, waiting for me to say something.

That really hurt.

"I care about a lot of things," I spoke so quietly that I'm not sure if he even heard me.

He continued, "Well it almost seems like you care more about being a hero than you do about me. And this," he motioned between me and him, "isn't going to work unless we are both each other's top priorities. And if you aren't into this as much as I am," he paused, "then we need to figure something out."

"I'm going to bed," I said after a long silence. There was no point in fighting anymore.

"Fine," he said and walked out of the room.

Right as he left, I started crying quietly.

*HARLEY'S POV*

This whole situation is dumb. It started out as a little argument because he got grounded but we both kept saying things we shouldn't have and now it's much worse.

So... our first fight. Yay, I thought sarcastically.

I stormed out of Peter's room and into my own, where I slammed the door and sat down on my bed.

I just can't believe he thinks this is all MY fault. Ever since I got here it seems like he's been competing with me.

Maybe I'm being too dramatic and maybe I was a little harsh to Peter but it all happened in the moment. I was mad and words just came flowing out.

Sometimes we say things when we're mad that we don't mean. But we can't take them back.

God, now I'm afraid that I've hurt Peter. I didn't want to do that. I really do love him and I just want things to go back to normal. I'm gonna make it up to him tomorrow.

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